The first literary book I have read was “What happened to sergeant Massuro”, a collection of short stories by Harry Mulisch. I bought it in 1972 for 3,25 guilders (the price is handwritten in the book). The book contains three short stories (examination, what happened to sergeant Massuro and Harry and the word). I always had mixed feelings about Mulisch. Yes he was a great writer (maybe as Jeroen Krabbé says “the emperor of Dutch literature”), be he was also very complacent. Saying for example that a Nobel prize for Bob Dylan (I really admire him as one of the most influential people around) would be ridiculous. In one interview he said: “I knew I was a genius when I was 16 years old, only I didn’t know yet in what area.” This evening as a kind of tribute to the great writer Mulisch I will reread Sergeant Massuro.
Mindmap © Hans Buskes